Wednesday Morning
Sound waves fly on the air
Up the sky so bright and fair
While I stand on the hill
Writing the longings of my will
Hot and cold on my skin
Sun and air make a spin
While the trolls pass me by
To and fro, I don't know why
Copyright © R. B. Cawis | Year Posted 2024
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